Let me cut to the chase: we're moving. Again. There's no need to rub your eyes. You're vision is good. And no you didn't accidently land on any of my posts from a few months ago. You're safely here in the present. But we are moving. Again. Remember this? And this? Or how about this this? Seems like it was just, I don't know, a month ago, doesn't it? In reality, these moments were all just part of a strange, three-month dream. Like when JR was shot. We've all woken up now and — yeah, okay — we feel a little cheated, but what the hell. We'll get over it. Let's move on, shall we?

But why are you moving? You guys just bought a house! Good point. And here's where the good news comes in: C got a promotion! It's a great opportunity with the same company she's at now. But here's the catch - it requires a move to New Jersey. Normally, this would have been a no-brainer for us. It's a pretty nice area of New Jersey, a short train ride from NYC — which is definitely appealing. And we're a pretty mobile unit, as couples go. We have no small people accompanying us, yet. And aside from a few large-ish pieces of furniture, we're remarkably lightweight. We carry easily. But, as great opportunities are apt to do, this one landed smack dab in our laps at a pretty inconvenient time: the day after we closed on our house in Baltimore.

And that's where things got complicated. Selling our house a month after we bought it was going to be tricky. (Read: costly.) We didn't know how this would all turn out, and so we waited . . . first to see if C got the job and second to see if they would make this feasible for us. On Tuesday of last week, the first question was answered. Then on Thursday, the second got resolved, thanks in no small part to the fact that C is an expert negotiator!

And so there it is: in another month or two, our Baltimore stint will be a short-lived blip on the map of our lives. Soon we will be residents of New Jersey.

And all I can say is thank God because, despite the job offer and the fact that we're really going to miss our friends and family who live in the area, there's actually only one reason we're getting out of Maryland: license plates. We've been hesitant to trade in our DC plates for Maryland tags, and if you live in the DC metro area and you drive and you're from Virginia or DC, then you'll understand the reason why: We didn't want to become that which is most loathed and despised on the roads of this region — Maryland drivers. We've been wondering how we were going to deal with this ignominy, and thankfully, we'll be able to avoid it altogether. Problem solved.

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